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Jason and I went to Golden Plains for the weekend. We did our own thing, our own quiet thing I suppose. Arrived at 5pm and found a lovely spot in the blue gums. Put up our tent. I love putting up our tent. It's an old three-man tent, which is very easy to put up and roomy but cosy inside.

Then packed our cold bag with some beers and ciders and wandered down to the stage, running into Gen and her friends on the way. By 7pm the sun was streaming golden through the amphitheatre. We went on the Meredith Eye (ferris wheel) to look out over the plains. Yep, them plains be golden.

The highlight of the first evening was Charles Bradley and his extraordinaries. (I thought they were extraordinaires, but he kept say 'extraordinaries', so I'm running with it). The Extraordinaries were extraordinary. Such a tight band.

After Flyong Lotus we retired to bed. Happily, I'd bought some earplugs and I slept like a very happy dead woman, waking up 8 hours later.